Friday, January 12, 2007

There's a spider on our ceiling.Gives us an AWFUL feeling.I'm too chicken to make it dead,We're going to the mall instead.There's a spider on our ceiling.

About the size of a nickel, really fat body, black. Ugh. Anna is happily playing on the floor not realizing that the arachnid could scuttle across the ceiling at any moment and drop on her. (I would never let that happen- I have one eye on the beast, always.)We hate spiders. I can't get near them. Chris is at work. I already dispatched the "return home ASAP" call that he'll have to ignore. So, without Hero Man we had to enlist Mr. Clean with his earring, to at least sicken the spider until the real man could get home and rid our home of the filth. Three sprays was all I could handle- then the heeby jeebies of being that close to it took over. We're getting out of here. We're fleeing to King of Prussia.